#star themed care kit

[stargazingkinhelp]

Care kit for Dazai from BSD with themes of stars! I will admit this is not a source I'm intimately familar with and I'm also not super familiar with care kits, so please ask me if you want a redo!

Bath bombs, star blanket, lotion, star fidget ring, personalized star notebook, star fidget toys

[poorlittlevampire]

ohhhhh the new argenti trailer. nevermind. i MUST have her

[redvexillum]

PSA: RACISM, BIGOTRY, ENTITLEMENT IN HAZBIN HOTEL FANDOM

CONTENT WARNING: Inflammatory hate speech, White hate, political baiting, gaslighting, racism, death threats

The messages I’ve received and am addressing below contain upsetting and harmful language that has no place in any community. If these topics are distressing to you, please prioritize your well-being and feel free to stop reading here. Thank you for taking care of yourself.

I never imagined I would find myself addressing this, but here we are. This post is regarding my recent story, Stay With Me, which has stirred up unexpected controversy due to my decision to imply the reader’s race as white. I want to clarify that this choice was made purely for plot purposes.

The story is set in 1920s Louisiana, a time and place where racial and class dynamics were deeply significant. This backdrop was essential to the narrative’s themes of tension and forbidden love, as it explores the societal barriers that would have made a relationship between Alastor and the reader virtually impossible. The decision to depict the reader as an upper-class white individual was not arbitrary—it was intentional, aimed at heightening the drama and emotional weight of their story.

I deeply value the Hazbin Hotel fandom and the x-reader community. Writing for this space has brought me immense joy, and I’ve formed wonderful connections with both readers and fellow writers. That’s why receiving such hateful and inflammatory messages has been incredibly disheartening. The accusations of racism, the vitriol, and the twisting of my creative choices into something they were never meant to be—this has shaken me more than I can express.

To the anonymous senders of these messages: I want to make it clear that my work comes from a place of love and passion. My intention has always been to tell compelling stories that explore complex emotions, societal norms, and the human condition—stories that resonate with readers on a deeper level. To reduce my work to a political agenda or an act of prejudice is deeply hurtful and entirely unfounded.

I want to echo sentiments shared by Kit (please check out her explanation here), another writer in the fandom, who also explored the racial and class dynamics between characters. Like them, I am fascinated by the tension and drama that arise from star-crossed love stories, particularly when societal laws and prejudices forbid such relationships. Writing the reader as white in this context wasn’t about excluding or favoring anyone—it was about creating an authentic narrative rooted in the realities of the era.

For those questioning why I made this choice, I ask: if you can suspend disbelief to fall in love with a cannibalistic, asexual deer demon, why is the reader’s race—chosen for specific plot reasons—the line you cannot cross? My goal as a writer is to craft stories that make sense within their own context. The entitlement to demand otherwise, or to impose personal prejudices onto my work, is unfair and unwarranted.

I hate that I’ve had to turn off anonymous asks. Some of the most heartfelt and hilarious messages I’ve received have come from anonymous users, and losing that connection with my readers pains me. But unfortunately, the actions of a loud, hateful minority have left me with no choice. I will not entertain further discourse on this matter after this post.

To those who have supported me, who have read my stories and shared kind words: thank you. Your encouragement is what keeps me going. Writing for this fandom has been a labor of love, and I pour my heart and soul into every piece I create—for free, might I add. It’s devastating to feel that love overshadowed by hostility.

I won’t let this stop me from creating, but I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t made me question my place here. To anyone who feels entitled to tear down what others create out of hatred or spite: I hope you take a moment to reflect on the harm your words can cause.

To my true supporters: I appreciate you more than words can express. Your kindness reminds me why I love writing in the first place. Thank you for standing by me.

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

What The NRC Boys Wanted To Be When They Grow Up (circa 4 years old)

Heartslabyul:

Riddle - obviously when you ask, he's going to tell you he wants to be a doctor. every christmas and birthday, he gets a doctor kit. and he likes them! but... if you ask him on a warm afternoon during his free time between the thousand things on his tiny shoulders... he'll tell you he wants to be a painter

Ace - astronaut. hands down. he 100% had those little glow in the dark star stickers on his ceiling and he didn't take them down until high school. on his fourth birthday, his parents got him an astronaut helmet and it was practically welded to his head by the time he turned five. little man yearned for the stars

Deuce - race car driver. he was born with the need to go fast. he would beg his mom to let him watch races on tv and stare with an open mouth as the drivers went around and around and around. he was a big fan of taking big cardboard boxes and running around the yard with them like they were race cars

Trey - dentist. he was an anomaly when he was little: a kid who wasn't afraid of the dentist. he loved going. as a matter of fact, he would often make his friends (mainly chenya) play dentist with them and not understand why they wouldn't let him put his pretend tools in their mouth.

Cater - he desperately wanted to be hannah montana. not like a singer or a dancer, no... hannah montana SPECIFICALLY. the wig, the microphone, everything. he had three hannah montana themed birthday parties in a row

Savanaclaw:

Leona: he could never give an answer when someone asked him what he wanted to be. he knew from a very young age that he couldn't really be whatever he wanted. not in a way that means anything. he wanted to be the king like his daddy, but it was always made clear to him that he could only dream of that. so he just played games and looked at the stars and didn't think of what he wanted to be, just who he was right then. and right then, he was the chess champion of the kingscholar bloodline

Ruggie - cowboy! honestly, he still kind of wants to be a cowboy. he wanted a horse and some cows and a big pasture - the whole nine yards. he never actually got to ride a horse, they were far too expensive, but he would still beg his mom for a cowboy hat and a pair of boots. he got them both when he turned nine and was so excited, he slept with them on. he didn't care that the hat squished his ears and the boots were a little scuffed. he wore them until the soles became more hole than rubber. he still has the hat tucked away in his closet. just in case...

Jack - classic firefighter kid. one day in preschool, a fire truck came to visit in the parking lot, and he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. the firefighter let the kids sit in the truck and his teacher literally had to pry him out of the seat when they were done, and he cried all the way back to the classroom. the firefighters still made sure he got one of those flimsy plastic hats and a golden sticker of a badge. he thought firefighters were heroes. he still does

Octavinelle:

Azul - scientist. any kind of scientist. he wanted to have a big lab of his own where he could mix up all kinds of chemicals and just... see what happens. obviously at that age, he had very little idea of what scientists actually do but he knew it was the place for him

Jade - he managed to sneak a peek at the original karate kid movie and his life radically changed. from that moment on, he knew he was going to grow up to be a ninja. unfortunately for everyone else involved, this meant he was going to spend years coming up with elaborate plans to sneak up on and attack his brother. his parents quickly became used to the sound of loud, crashing scraps from all corners of the house. but they weren't worried. floyd could handle his own

Floyd - if you try to ask this kid what he wants to be when he grows up and he'll look you dead in the face, say "bagel" and return to his toys. whatever kid

Scarabia:

Kalim - he didn't want to be anything when he grew up, but he wanted to do everything. he didn't want to have a job. in fact, he was never actually told he could do that. instead, he wanted to experience all the joys of life. he wanted to paint and dance and sing and write poems and raise sheep and sail in the ocean and grow figs and play drums and everything

Jamil - this boy practically came out of the womb dancing. he wanted to dance every moment of every day. when there was no one around to play music or kalim was too busy to sing, he would hum little tunes to himself just to have something to move to. he wanted to be one of those dancers who performed all over the world and were applauded with showers of flower petals. he quickly learned that his dream was far from reality. but he kept tapping his toes while he worked

Pomfiore:

Vil - princess. there's no way this boy did not dream of growing up to be a princess. he was obsessed with all things gaudy and sparkly and would try on every single costume available to him. he rarely went to preschool without some sort of mismatched getup on. but his dad didn't care. you can only be this young for so long. so what if his boy wore a crown to school? no one would dare say anything about it, lest the wrath of the schoenheits. vil wouldn't accept any comments that weren't compliments. snide remarks were met with an impressive eyeroll and a flick of his sparkly cape. after all, a princess didn't care what commoners thought

Rook - garbage truck driver. his rich-ass parents were FLOORED when he said this the first time. "honey, don't you want to do something... bigger? like you could run the whole garbage company and make a whole lot of money!" "no! i wanna ride on the back of the truck!" no one could persuade him to dream of anything else. he is immune to your classist ideologies. viva la garbage man!

Epel - he wants to be a vet but SPECIFICALLY a horse vet. like if you mention him wanting to be a vet, he will correct you. the horses around his hometown captivated him and he wanted to be around them all the time. when he was tiny, he would weave around their legs in the pastures and give his family heart attacks. he just loved them so much and they loved him too

Ignihyde:

Idia - he saw sonic the hedgehog once and decided he was going to be dr robotnik. his parents could not decipher why, and they quickly stopped trying to

Ortho - even when he was really little, he wanted to be a teacher. he would line up all his toys and tell them about everything he was learning in preschool. sometimes, the lessons were wrong and idia would pop in to correct him. but that made him mad. he was the teacher not idia! after all, what did idia know that he didn't?

Diasomnia:

Sebek - a swordsmith. not a blacksmith who makes all sorts of things, specifically a swordsmith. he wanted to swing a great big hammer around and make huge, fancy swords. he was often shooed away from the forges and told to stop bothering the craftsmen. but he wasn't trying to bother them, he just wanted to get as close as he could and maybe they would let him hold one when they were done

Silver - he didn't have many ambitions he would admit to. he was a shy kid and didn't like feeling interrogated. but he liked to watch his father play the lyre especially when it was dark and the fire was warm and he was feeling sleepy. lilia always said when he was big enough to hold the instrument, he would teach him to play. maybe it would be fun...

Lilia - he wanted to be a witch. [i hear you saying, "but Ruggie's Biological Father, they're mages so he's already a witch" and i say to you... Wrong]. he didn't just want to cast spells. he wanted a pointy hat and a giant robe and a frog for a friend. once, his mom walked into his room to discover he had her largest cooking pot filled to the brim with no less than nine mystery substances. and it was somehow smoking...

Malleus - being a precocious little boy, he always told people he was going to be a geologist. but he didn't really know what that meant, only that it had to do with rocks which he liked. his dream job was actually wandering around and stuffing his pockets full of rocks. it became a nightly occurrence before bathtime for malleus to stand in front of the bathtub with both arms out to the side and let lilia empty all of his pockets and sleeves and boots. he would laugh loudly as the pile of random stones became a mountain at his feet. lilia would always chuckle, plunk him in the tub, and say "there, now you won't drown"

[yandere-paramour]

What are the yanderes' ideal date nights? Who enjoys classic candlelight dinners/movie nights and who enjoys going to an escape room, aquarium/zoo, arcade, etc.?

On that subject, being with Ata would lead to disastrous gift shop visits; I wouldn't be able to stop myself from getting every plushie and cool rock and she'd just enable me.

I have been researching for this all DAY!! Let's GO!!

Vivien loves planning dates for you and him. Don't get him wrong, he loves a night where you both just curl up with some basil popcorn and watch some anime, but he also loves planning eclectic dates for the two of you. He wants to give you the kind of experience neither of you have ever had before, the kind that you'll be talking about months, even years later.

To find these crazy date ideas, Vivien always browses the city's event pages. There are always tons of fun and interesting things that either he is interested in and wants to share with you, or that he thinks you will be interested in. There is a lecture at the Botanical Gardens called "Around the World in 20 Plants" where you can learn about obscure ethnobotany. The Amphibian Society has a "Critters and Cabernet" event where you get to play with the salamanders and frogs. The science museum has an adult "After Dark" night and the observatory has an Open House night! He takes you to the art museum for a cartography workshop, to the IMAX theatre for a documentary about the Arctic, and to an underground speakeasy for Edgar Allen Poe night.

If you're not into doing something very in-depth but you still want to go out, Vivien suggests a drive-in movie. His car is kinda shitty but it gets the job done.

You always end up seeing the stars or holding some kind of critter or doing some kind of fun activity, and it's all the more special because Vivien is with you.

Popular Vivien Dates: Science Museum, Salamander Society Open House Night, Cabernet and Critters, Botanical Garden Lecture, Drive-In Movies, Speakeasys, Art Museums.

Variety is the spice of life for Noelle. She is well aware that even though you get overwhelmed easily, you still need excitement and stimulation and she is happy to spoil you. Therefore, you and Noelle have a few dates a week. It is usually one low-key date and one bigger one. The low-key one is always very calm and chill, usually just the both of you cuddling on the couch, a bowl of some sort of snack in your hands as Noelle feeds you, calmly watching a movie. Noelle likes these because she gets to put her laptop down and really just enjoy touching you and enjoying your company. She gets very relaxed and calm during this time, she's very happy. Another kind of low-key date is a spa night. Noelle loves taking care of you and this is perfect for both of you; she gets to care for you and you get to lay back and enjoy being pampered. You both bathe together, do face masks, paint nails, and Noelle always takes her time giving you a long massage and really showing you how much she loves you.

For the exciting date, Noelle always picks a theme like an activity, around the world, a particular event, something like that. Sometimes you still watch a movie but she does a kind of movie theme thing where like if you watch Ratatouille, she will make sure you eat all the food from the movie. If there is a concert you really really want to see, she will stream it right to your living room, put up decorations, and basically throw you your own private launch party. She has subscriptions to all sorts of activities like at-home escape rooms/murder mysteries, craft kits, date-night boxes, anything that you might be interested in trying. Noelle loves how excited you get for your date when a new box comes. The walls of Noelle's office are covered with all the paintings you've done together. If it's not time for a box, Noelle falls back on some childhood favorites: indoor picnics, blanket forts, and indoor camping. Noelle is particularly fond of the dates that last a couple hours; she wants the fun and your happiness to last as long as possible.

Popular Noelle Dates: Making sushi/pasta from scratch, streaming an event to your apartment, indoor camping, picking a country/movie and eating food from that place/thing, subscription box night.

Atalanta is a traditional date kind of woman. A romantic candlelit dinner, a movie, just something where you both can sit and talk and give each other your full attention. Atalanta has the resources and the audacity to fly you anywhere in the world for a weekend just because you had a mildly stressful week and needed a break, or you were craving a smoothie with fresh mangos. No matter how obscure the venture or how difficult-to-procure the reservations, Atalanta's money can grease some palms.

One major date for Atalanta is dinner. There are several interesting and expensive restaurants in the city, and Ata is well-known to all of them. Any time a new gourmet restaurant sets up in the city, they send the Montclairs an invitation, hoping they will be seen coming because that will skyrocket their business. Ata doesn't go to many, but if you are interested, she will make it happen. A normal restaurant is nice, but Ata also likes taking you to ones that are very unique. A molecular gastronomy experience with food you barely understand, meat grilled with the heat of volcanoes, or a food/architecture combination.

Ata is also a great patron of the arts. There are a few theatres in the city and the Montclairs have private boxes on reserve at all of them. If Atalanta Montclair sends word that she will be seeing a show that night, whoever intended to use that box that night better get tf out because everyone knows the Montclairs take priority. The seats in the box are more like thrones than seats; soft, comfortable, with a perfect view of the stage. The staff dote on the two of you, bringing you champagne and light snacks and constantly checking to make sure you are comfortable. Ata doesn't like to be bothered so she sends them away, and you sit on her lap, letting her feed you popcorn as you both watch Swan Lake.

If you want to go to the cinema instead of the theatre, she will gladly take you to "Fork n' Film". It is usually booked months in advance but if you want to go this weekend, she will make it happen even if she has to buy this branch of the company and make them add a private showing. If you want it to be a double date, she can even invite Noelle and her Darling to come. Spend the evening cuddled up to Atalanta on a comfortable couch, you both watching Ratatouille while eating the food from the movie at the same time Remmy cooks it. There are movie-themed cocktails too, and they have non-alcoholic options, but Ata is in such a good mood that she might even allow you to drink.

Another fun date idea is a sunset sail. The Montclairs don't own a boat (they don't want to), but they have a boat rental company on standby and do use it. Just you, her, and a sparse crew on a small yacht, the warm sun on your faces as you both are served a delectable dinner. Imagine Atalanta in some breathable linen, her arm curled gently around your waist as you both point out dolphins together. Imagine doing the Titanic "King of the World" stance with her as the ocean lightly sprays you both. Imagine her pulling you close on the bow of a boat, kissing you at the crux of sunset. If it's a particularly special occasion, she might even arrange fireworks.

Popular Atalanta Dates: Sunset Sail, Expensive or New Restaurants, The Arts (ballet, symphony, theatre), Gourmet Picnic Basket.

[charliemwrites]

Can we pretty please get little drabbles on the first kiss moments between the keepers and their pets??

Hey bean!!! That’s super cute!! Let’s see if I can make this not completely awkward 😬

Feral-

You’re wrestling with Simon in the living room. He’s always so careful with you, even when you toss yourself at him full force. It used to scare you how easily he can handle you - but lately it’s just been fun.

He never fusses that you’re too rough, too excited. Just lets you maul him and gently bats you around to keep it fun, pretending that he’s going to pin you just for you to miraculously wiggle out at the last second to continue attacking.

Today he goes down with a dramatic oof and you land on his chest, laughing because he went too easy and nearly sent you over with the momentum. And when you open your eyes to stick your tongue out and declare victory, he’s giving you that look again. That ridiculous, love-sick, half lidded, melted caramel look that you’ve slowly but thoroughly come to believe is authentic.

Not sure what comes over you, but the gentle smile curving his mouth is just too tempting this time. You dip down and kiss him - once, quick. Like he’s going to realize what you’re doing and push you away and this is your only chance.

When you pull away, he’s staring at you with stars in his eyes and you could absolutely strangle him for it.

“Shut up,” you snap instantly.

“I didn’t say anything,” he coos.

You thump in the chest. “I’ll kick your ass again.”

“You’re welcome to if that’s what I get in the end.”

“Shut up.” And you lean down to do it again - to be sure he shuts up.

—

Shy Thing-

Movie nights have become something of a tradition. Once a week, you and him pick movies with a theme back and forth until one of you knocks out for the evening. Usually it’s you - but once or twice he’s seen a movie so much that it lulls him to sleep.

You’ve even started scooting closer. It’s easier to share snacks that way, that’s all!! Tonight the theme is whodunnits. You started with a strong opening of Clue, which Johnny laughed he hadn’t seen in forever. His choice was Scream, which you admit is a great classic, even if it spooks you.

It’s been long enough that you don’t remember all the jump scares, which has resulted in you nearly climbing in his lap at this point. Of course he’s having a great time, teasing that the next theme should be “scariest movies ever made”. As the credits finally roll, and he chuckles that your heart is still racing, you frown up at him.

“You’re being mean,” you huff, trying not to sound whiny even though you know it’s a lost cause.

He hums and tilts his head, eyes sparkling with warmth.

“I’m sorry, bonnie. I’ll pick something less scary next.”

It’s sweet and you know he means it. Even when he’s pushy and a little rude, he’s gotten so much better about minding your boundaries and feelings.

And well… it’s just more than you ever expected. Ever dared to hope for.

You tilt your head and press a slow, soft kiss to the center of his mouth. Perfectly chaste, but tender and sincere.

“I’m having a really good time, Johnny,” you whisper against his mouth.

“Let me kiss you again and you’ll have an even better time.”

—

Good Girl-

You’ve been in a weird mood all day. Not… bad. But John will be going away on a mission that he admitted will be dangerous. That he might not be back when he said he would, but that it doesn’t necessarily mean something is wrong. Still, you’re nervous. You know he has a demanding and dangerous job at baseline, so for him to make a point of saying this trip is going to be especially perilous….

You’ve been trying to get the anxiety out by helping. Granted, from his fondly exasperated expression, you’ve been being more of a nuisance than anything. Still, he’s humoring you. Letting you triple check that he has his things packed - clothes, MREs, med kit…

When you’re not “helping” with packing, you’re fussing around the house. Almost burning food, leaving the sink running, deciding that the bookshelf needs rearranging again…

John finally snags you as you’re babbling about laundry. Just plucks you right up from the tread you’re pacing in the living room rug and plops you on his lap. You start to fuss - about there being so many chores to do, that he needs more socks; and does he have his hat…?

You cut off with a startled noise his mouth slots over yours, deceptively soft. It’s the first time he’s kissed you like this. It takes a moment for your brain to process - and then you’re pressing closer, leaning into him. His hand spans along your jaw and guides you how he wants you, tongue tracing your bottom lip.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs when you sigh and melt. “It’s time to settle. I want to spend some time together before I leave.”

You hum. “M’kay. Can… we do more of that?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, love, c’mere.”

[autisticstarscream]

read the entire spoiler thread for star and lord. i have opinions.

im so genuinely confused on how the erins have genuinely degraded so bad in writing. 90% of riverclan being excused for their awful behavior bc "woah! splashtail was threatening kits!!!" GUYS. THERE IS ONE OF HIM.

Berryheart makes me so genuinely mad. her and curlfeather being reflections of one another but treated so differently is wild. what do you mean berryheart saved sunbeam before she killed so that gives her a "noble death" thus she could possibly go to starclan, meanwhile curlfeather did literally the EXACT SAME THING and was initially banished to dark forest before she gets her little limbo world.

the audacity to have characters respect berryheart after her blantant crimes and say she really was a good person only for the narrative to turn around and condemn curlfeather for the EXACT SAME ACTIONS is annoying. specifically also because genuinely? despite the execution curlfeather was right. mistystar sucked as leader in the end and her son being deputy meant we'd get a boring ass riverclan considering reedwhisker literally has no personality.

like. im fine with frostpaw not being leader and her name. im happy the leader is icewing bc i KNEW it was gonna be her. but god i really wish they would just stop writing these books. the keep bringing in so much good potential with plots and then immediately fuck it up in the first two books thus making the plot stagger through the remaining 4. i know people will just say "just stop reading" but my autism will not let me. i need to know whats happening in canon warriors but i just keep getting disappointed.

i have no hope for the next arc. considering squirrelstar openly wanting no more clan transfers (meaning. no more new bloodlines, considering the one (sunbeam) is immediately pairing up with firestars bloodline, meaning her addition is now useless in the way of adding new genetics to thunderclan), it makes me scared for what other fucked up pairings are gonna happen in thunderclans future.

god im just. so pissed. its so bad. nightheart doesnt even hate being compared to firestar anymore. the only arc in this that felt worthwhile is frostdawns and honestly. i think SHE shouldve been the one to care more for her mother after death rather than sunbeam and berryheart. it wouldve been more interesting to have a medicine cat be critical of starclan and have an active connection to a dark forest cat. but the erins hate making starclan look bad and are so obsessed with making the themes so devout towards starclan that it hurts.

[queersrus]

Candy theme

[candy theme]

for @seraphim-coinz 's event, prompt one !

partnered with our other blogs @dollilian, @objectumluv, @systiveboxes, @skelatomy

(nick) names:

aero, almond, altoid, astro, ayd, airhead bonbon, bonnie, butter, burst, bar, bounty, boyer, bubble, bear, bubba

candi/candie/candy, candice/candace, candiette, cotton, caramel, caramilk, crisp, cadbury, creme, cane, corn, charlston, chew, charlie, chik, chip, choco, chocolate, chuckle, chupa, chup, clark, crunch, crunchy/crunchie

dot, drop, dove, double, dum, dunkaroo five, fazer, ferrera, ferrero, flake, fruitella, fudge, fruit gummy, gusher, galaxy, gob

henry, hershy/hershey, heath, haribo, hi-chew, hubba ike, ice jelly, jello, jellybean, jolly, joy, juice, juicy, juju, jujube

kit, kat, kitkat, kiss, kinder, knopper, krackel lolly/lollie, lollypop/lollipop, lemon, laffy, licorice/liquorice, lindor, lemonhead

mint, minty, mike, milky, mallo/mallow, marsh, marshmallow, maltese, malteser, mamba, mars, mento, milk, milka, milton, moonpie, mound

necco, nerd, nestle orbit, oreo

pixy/pixie, patch, pop, parma, payday, pb, peanut, peep, pez, pocky, peppermnt

reese/rease, ruth, ranch, rancher, rocher, rock, rolo, runt skittle, smartie/smarty, sour, snicker, star, starburst, sixlet, skor, spree, sweetart, sweetheart, symphony

tootsie, taffy, toffee, turk, twizzler, twix, trident, tape, tempo, tic, tac, toblerone, topic, treet/treat, trolli, tupla, twinky/twinkie, twirl violet

way, wunder/wonder, wafer, warhead, whopper, wine, wispa, wonka york zaotang, zero

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ai/ae/aery/aeroine(aerine)/aeroself ai/aire/airy/airheadine/airheadself bi/bone/bonbony/bonbonine/bonbonself ci/cande/candy/candine/candyself ci/care/caramy/caramine/caramelself(caramilkself) chi/choce/chocy/chocolatine/chocolateself gi/gume/gummy/gummine/gummyself(gumself) ji/jelle/jelly/jelline/jelloself pi/pocke/pocky/pockine/pockyself ri/ree/reesy/reesine/reeseself ski/skitte/skittly/skittline/skittleself ski/skore/skory/skorine/skorself ti/tootse/tootsy/tootsine/tootsieself ti/taffe/taffy/taffine/taffyself wi/wonke/wonky/wonkine/wonkaself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

ao/aer/aers/aerself aio/air/airheaders/airheaderself bo/bonbonr/bonbonrs/bonbonrself co/cander/candiers/canderself co/carameler/caramelers/caramelerself cho/chocor/chocors/chocorself go/gummer/gummers/gummerself jo/jellor/jellors/jellorself po/pocker/pockers/pockerself ro/reeser/reesers/reeserself sko/skittler/skittlers/skittlerself sko/skor/skors/skorself to/tootser/tootsiers/tootserself to/taffer/taffers/tafferself wo/wonker/wonkers/wonkerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ae/aero, aer/ro, ae/ro, aer/aero, aero/aeros, aero/bar, air/head, airhead/airheads bo/bon, bon/bon, bonbon/bonbons can/dy, can/candy, candy/candys, candy/bar, cara/mel, car/caramel, caramel/caramels, cara/milk, caramilk/caramilks, cho/colate, choco/lat, cho/colat, choc/ olat, choco/chocolat, chocolat/chocolats gum/my, gum/gummy, gummy/gummys jel/jello, jel/lo, jello/jellos po/pocky, po/cky, poc/ky, pock/y, pock/pocky, pocky/pockys re/eses, ree/ses, ree/se, ree/reese, reese/reeses, reeses/pieces ski/skittle, skit/skittle, skittle/skittles, skit/tle, sko/skor, sko/or, skor/skors to/toots, too/tsie, too/tootsie, tootsie/tootsies, ta/taffy, taff/y, taf/fy, taf/taffy, taffy/taffys wo/wonka, wonk/a, won/ka, wonka/wonkas, wonka/bar

titles:

the candy seller, the candy maker, the candy hoarder, the candy man/woman/being, the candy lover, the ruler of candyland

*one who collects vintage candies, one who shares candy, one who owns many candies, one who is making many candies, one who holds candy knowledge

candy maker

*one can be replaced by any prn

[octo-artist]

Pokémon scarlet and violet with penny x reader who is just as shy as she is

Penny x Shy reader

Reader is gender neutral

Tw: none, just insane amounts of fluff

Headcanons:

- Ok we all know Penny is super shy herself, imagine post scarlet and violet shenanigans she gets called to the directors office to talk

- Of course she’s nervous at first thinking something happened with one of her friends, how could she not? She cares a lot about them.

- Upon arriving she finds the director and a new student in the office talking.

- Turns out you’ve just moved to Paldea due to your parents job and have a hard time making friends because you found it hard to socialize from the consistent moves but this time the love was permanent and he was hoping since Penny understood how it felt that she’d make a good guide for you.

- She thought about protesting to say someone more social like Nemona or even Arven would be better suited till two of the pokeballs on your belt opened on their own revealing a pair of vulpix, one standard the other alolan, who scampered up to her feet to investigate the new person.

- You quickly moved to scoop up the two little trouble makers apologizing saying they were newly hatched and have been sniffing everything they could get their little noses to.

- It was enough of an interruption for her to stop and think about what Clavel had told her. You two were very similar in personality, shy and reserved, and realized Nemona and Arven would probably overwhelm you if they’d been your guides.

- So she accepted and it did not take long for the two of you to click, bonding over your love of your Pokémon, even introducing you and your Vulpixes to her veevees, the lot quickly bonding with the two rambunctious kits.

- She contacted each of her friends from team star individually to slowly introduce you to them so you could start making some friends. She’d ask questions about the places you’d been growing up and how you came to have your two Pokémon.

- She was hesitant to introduce you to Nemona knowing how overwhelming the girl can get. But she knew it was an inevitability that she’d find out a new student had moved to the academy.

- as time went on the two of you would often spend time in one another’s dorms reading manga, watching shows, or even watching penny’s hacker work for the league. She did get a sense of pride when you told her how impressive her work was and that she must be super smart to be able to do such work.

- It probably took about a year or two before she started to catch feelings, she seemed like the kind who’d need a strong bond before doing so, but when she does boy is she nervous. She doesn’t want to make things awkward after all. But with valentine day coming up and her friends catching on that she likes you started encouraging her to say something.

- As cheesy as it sounds she definitely did something eevee themed for her confession and even had her veevees help her. But that was ok because it was sweet and straightforward and you seemed to like it which made her happy.

- Of course your relationship still is for the most part the way it was before, just now with the extra bonus of getting to hold hands and cuddle when she’s tired from school, work, or socializing (or dealing with her dad over the phone, you wonder how such a shy girl has such an outgoing parent) she likes to just curl up in your arms with your vulpix and her veevees in a big cuddle puddle to relax, maybe turn on a show in the background.

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[lovemesickly]

And Just Like That

summary: five times Jamie Tartt heard of Sasha Adair and the one time he met her

a/n: so i did give reader a name and the reason for this is because i am thinking of turning this into a whole ass series with the characters that are new and mentioned. the series will more or less be revolved around this one-shot. so please comment and give all the feedback/ideas and let me know if turning this into a series is a good idea. and fyi there is no description of sasha so imagine her however you want. thank you and enjoy reading!

warning(s): mature language and implied sexual themes and a +2.6k word count

1. 

Jamie Tartt was seven the first time the name Sasha Adair graced his ears. He had just arrived at football training with the older kids, even though he was one of the younger lads on the team he was their star player. As they warmed up, he couldn’t help but overhear the coaches talking amongst themselves. 

“I can’t believe Alec Adair is retiring, God never thought I’d see the day,” one coach replied to the other.

“I know, he’s pushing 40 too. It's about time he retired. I mean he's got a kid, Sasha I think the kid's name is. Apparently, that's why he's retiring in the first place. Wants the domestic life, news flash mate, it's not all it's cracked up to be,” the other coach said in disdain.

“Hey, it just means fewer wins for Richmond and hopefully more for Man City,” and at that, the two men started to crack up. 

Later that day when Jamie went home, he snuck onto his mother's computer and looked up Alec Adair. Article upon article popped up, photos ranging from the start of Alec's career to the present day flooded said articles. One picture caught his attention more so than the others, Alec standing in the goalie's net with a little girl (Jamie guessed it was Alec's kid Sasha). Alec decked out in his Richmond kit, while his little girl sat on his shoulders decked out in a smaller version of said kit. It seemed the picture caught their mid-laugh and Jamie couldn't help but wonder what that was like, having a laugh with his father. Before Jamie could scroll through any more photos, he heard his mother coming up the stairs.

2.

Years passed and Jamie was eighteen the second time the name Sasha Adair was mentioned in his presence. Freshly turning the legal drinking age in England, he and a couple of his mates decided to hit the pubs. As Jamie threw back shot after shot, beer after beer, it took a toll on his bladder. Desperately needing to relieve himself, Jamie made his way to the back of the pub he currently occupied. He didn’t know if the liquor was getting to him or if he had heard it right, but the name Sasha Adair rang like a church bell in his ear. Stopping just short of the bathroom, he turned to his right. There just across the way from him was a rectangle lighting up with sound and color. Hypnotized by the rectangle, he moved closer to it. It seemed his eyes didn’t want to adjust but thankfully his ears worked just fine. 

A woman's voice came out of the lite up box, “It seems Adair strikes again. It wasn’t too long ago that Alec Adair was making his debut as a Mighty Red. Seems only fitting now that Sasha Adair at just the age of sixteen is undergoing the same fate. What’d you say about that Marge?”  

Another women’s voice sat in Jamie’s ears, “Alec Adair was an absolute menace out on the pitch. And if Sasha is anything like her father when it comes to football, we are in for a ride.”

A little dazed and confused, and still needing to pee, Jamie started to make his way to his desired destination. As he relived himself, he couldn’t help but replay what he had heard just moments before. He didn’t know what to think of it as he was either too drunk or too tired to care. Still, he scoffed slightly under his breath, nepotism was a real fucking bitch.

3. 

Four years later and Jamie was twenty-two and if you asked his teammates, he was the most enormous prick around. That didn’t stop Keeley Jones from dating him and it sure as hell didn’t stop her from having sex with him either. It happened to be that they were at Jamie's house together when he heard the name Sasha Adair for the third time in his life. They had just finished doing the deed, Jamie was in the kitchen grabbing himself a glass of water and a small bite to eat while Keeley sat on the couch just having turned on the telly. 

As what was years ago to Jamie a rectangle with lights and sound turned on, Keeley couldn’t help but let out a gasp, “My god”, she exclaimed. Jamie confused as to what Keeley was reacting to, turned around from the fridge to face the telly playing in the living room.

Up on the telly was the local news channel, Keeley having turned it up to get the full story. 

“Breaking news just in, Earlier this afternoon Manchester United’s women's team player number 11, Sasha Adair was in a devastating collision. Let's go to Richard Tally, who is currently at the scene of the incident,” the screen changed to an older gentleman out in what looked like the countryside.

“Here out in the middle of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, at approximately one-forty-two this afternoon Sasha Adair crashed into this tree over to my right,” the camera spanned over to the news anchor's right side, and there it was. Said tree was broken, hanging on to its bottom half for dear life. And in front of that tree was broken glass, most of the scene having been cleared away. “According to Police Scotland, Adair was traveling at a speed of around 80 kilometers per hour. And my sources say that she wasn’t the only one in the automobile. We don’t know yet her condition, hopefully, she makes a speedy recovery soon. Back to you Beatrice.”

Jamie couldn’t believe it. Underneath that prick exterior, he felt bad for the poor lass. The crash looked quite severe and Jamie didn’t want to think about the pain she might be in. As a professional footballer himself, he knew an incident like that could be the end of one’s career. 

Before he could think on it any further, Keeley interrupted, “That poor girl, I hope she's okay.” Jamie didn’t respond but deep down he wished she was too.

4.

Jamie had just been returned back to Manchester City when he heard Sasha Adair's name come up. Sitting in the locker room, Jamie was tying up his studs, with his fellow teammates when Sasha Adair came up.

“Oi, Tartt. Heard that Richmond got a new coach for the women's team. Alec Adair, right?” O’Gara asked. But before Jamie could answer Hitzemann butted in.

“He shoulda been the one to coach the men, leave Lasso to the girls,” chuckles could be heard around the locker room. 

And just like that the Adair train started. Jamie knew as soon as it kicked off with Alec that it was just going to end with Sasha and of course, he was right.

“Wasn’t it just a couple of years ago that you were dating Sasha Adair, Brimblecom?” Jamie didn’t know who had asked the question as he tried to keep his head down and he really wished he didn’t have to hear the response either.

All eyes flew to Brimblecom, and slowly a cocky smile made its way onto his face, “I sure was, all up until she went fucking mental after the accident.”

It seemed none of the men regarded what was just said as jealous whispers could be heard all around ranging from, “The photos of her don’t do her justice” to “What I would do to tap that” and much more crude remarks. Jamie didn’t participate in said conversation, he was utterly disgusted by the men he called his teammates. If someone talked about Keeley the way they were talking about Sasha he’d go absolutely ballistic. Jamie may be a prick to men, but when it came to women and children he knew never to disrespect them. He just hoped that Sasha was doing alright and relieved that twat Brimblecom wasn’t in her life anymore. 

5. 

Returning to Richmond for the season after getting promoted back into the Premier League, Jamie did not expect to hear Sasha Adair's name. It had happened seconds after Jan Maas had gone on a tangent about statists and teams being promoted. What was really shocking was it was Sam who brought her up. Having just changed into his kit and going to his cubby, Sam picked up his phone only for a notification from a news outlet to pop up. Clinking on it, Sam thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

“Guys, guys you’ll never guess what I just read”, Sam said with a beaming smile on his face, eyes shining.

“Bruv, please don’t tell me it's another article predicting us to finish last this season”, sighed Isaac. 

“No, it’s about Sasha Adair,” At that the whole room quieted down, seeing Alec Adair in the same building was enough to get them starstruck. But Sasha Adair was a whole other kind of emotion for these men. Sam continued, “She's coming out of retirement”. 

Whispers now collected in the locker room, none of the men believed what they were hearing. While Jamie stood by himself, wondering what the fuck was going on. These men were acting like they were in secondary school, gossiping about a girl. He didn’t think it could get any worse until it did.

Sam wasn’t done talking, “Wait there's more,” Once again it was silent as Sam scrolled through the article. The men were on the edge of their seats, not thinking it could get better from here. At this point Sam was reading through the article at lightning speed, “It says here that she's going to be playing for A.F.C. Richmond”.

At that chaos followed. Will the kit man had to sit down in fear of fainting. Colin and Isaac were giggling like a bunch of school girls. Dani started speaking to himself in Spanish. Zoreaux at a loss for words hoping he doesn’t make a fool out of himself the way he did with Alec Adair. And Richard singing her high praises. The other players having their own mixed reactions. Jamie in particular.

Over the years he had heard her name from multiple sources, both the good and the bad. And now with her about to be in the same building as him, training on the same pitch as him, he was astonished. But he didn’t have time to think about it as he had to get ready to get on the pitch and still had yet to change into his kit.

1.

It had been about a week since the news of Sasha Adair and her coming back out of retirement, playing for Richmond. And so far there has been no sighting of her at Nelson Road. The guys had been trying to see if they could catch a glimpse of her and to no avail they had no luck. All but one of them, all but Jamie Tartt. 

He hadn’t been trying to scout her out, he wasn’t like his teammates in that department. He swears it had just been a chance encounter. It had been weight training day for the men's side of Richmond and Jamie was beyond annoyed. It first started off with him getting barely any sleep due to Roy and his 4 am training schedule. Next, it was the fact that it was weight training day and Bumbercatch almost dropped a dumbbell on Jamies star winning foot. But the icing on top of the already shit cake was Jamie's headband broke, snapped right as he bend down to grab his water bottle. 

Releasing a sigh, he grabbed his water bottle and exited the weight training area, hoping and praying he had an extra headband in his cubical. Ravaging through his duffle bag, jacket, and all the places he could think where it might be, he came up empty-handed. There was nobody else on the team that wore headbands, most of the guys had short hair, minus Dani but still he tied his up. Usually, at a time like this, he would ask someone from the women's team of Richmond. It wouldn’t be a bad idea until he realized, he couldn’t just go out onto the middle of the pitch and interrupt their practice for a goddamn headband. 

Just as he thought he would have to deal with his hair being in his eyes for the remainder of the day, a woman walked past the locker room. Thinking maybe she had a headband, he couldn’t help to all but sprint out into the hallway and stop that girl. 

He called out a couple of times to her, “Excuse me, miss”. There was no response. “Miss! Miss!”. She didn’t even turn around it was almost as if she didn’t hear him or was downright ignoring him. Fed up with calling and not being acknowledged, he ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder to which she took out an earbud and finally turned around. 

The moment she faced him, was the moment that Jamie Tartt forgot why he even bothered her in the first place. He had never seen a woman more beautiful than the one standing before him, from her hair to her lips to her eyes staring into his own. Fuck he could get lost in those eyes forever. And it seemed he almost did just that but thankful he was able to come back to reality in time to hear her voice.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her breath light and airy. One eyebrow was crooked, curious as to what this man could possibly want.

“Yea, um sorry to bother you. But I was just wondering if you had a headband I could borrow. You see mine broke and usually I have a spare, but dumb meh forgot it at home. And I’d ask one of the guys, though they all mostly have short hair and I just don’t like meh hair getting in meh eyes is all,” at this point Jamie was rambling, it had been a while since he talked to a girl that wasn’t either his mother or Keeley.

Before he could continue on, the woman in front of him seemed to pull something out of her A.F.C. Richmond jacket. Lo and behold, Jamie couldn’t believe his luck, there it was a headband the same color as Richmond’s home kit. “Here, seems like you need this more than I do,” she put the headband in Jamie's hand.

For a second Jamie had lost sense of reality again, with her skin touching his he didn’t know how to think. “Th-thank you, I appreciate it yea”, he started to fiddle around with the headband.

A small smirk overtook her face, “Don’t mention it and actually keep it, I won’t be needing it any time soon”. There was a moment of silence between them before she broke it, “Anyways, I have to get on the pitch or Coach is literally going to skin me alive. But hope the headband helps keep the hair out of your eyes. It was lovely chatting”.

With that, she turned around and was just about to start walking to the weight training room which had a door that lead out onto the pitch when Jamie realized he had no clue who she was. “Wait, I never got your name”, he said to her back.

She turned her head to look at him, ear bud just about to enter her ear again, only to put Jamie in an even bigger state of shock. “Sasha. Sasha Adair”. Just like that, she walked off, leaving Jamie flabbergasted and dumbstruck. He couldn’t believe he had just met the women he had grown up hearing about from coaches, pubs, the telly, his teammates. 

And as he looked down at his hands, to the headband she had given him. He couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe today wasn’t so poopeh after all.

[headmates-for-you]

Hey!! It’s 🕊️♦️ :) I’m so excited that I won fhehdhdhd

May I request the theme to be based around fashion from the 2000’s? Stuff like Gyaru, Emo, etc!! All we request is that they’re male-aligned ><

Thank you!! :D /gen

not a problem at all, hope you love them all -🪓 and 🔪

I think my favorite is Rylee/Milo if im allowed to choose favorites-🪓

CW: bright colors

Name(s): Ness, Baby, Kitty

Age(s): 19-22

Pronouns: he/him, frill/frills, creme/cremes, soft/softs, paw/paws, kit/kits, doll/dolls

Gender(s): cutehimekitty, himegyarudollic

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transcatboy, transhimekaji, transfashion, permacute, transdoll, transcrossdresser

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, himekaji

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🕊️🎀

Positive trigger(s): lots of lace and frills, cutesy BJDs

Role(s): joy holder, sexual alter

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Redd, Kato

Age(s): 16-20

Pronouns: he/him, she/her, red/reds, check/checker, pin/pins

Gender(s): agender, emoloser

Orientation(s): achillean

TransID(s): permaemo, transgender, transfashion, transaesthetic

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, emo

Paras: auto sadism

Emoji signoff: 🕊🥀

Positive trigger(s): none

Role(s): persecutor, trauma holder

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Jordan, Drew

Age(s): 24-28

Pronouns: he/him, hx/hxm, h-/h-m, pink/pinks, star/stars, 2000/2000s, 2k/2ks

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): transfemboy, transera, perma90s, perma2000sfashion

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, y2k

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🕊💗

Positive trigger(s): pink stimboard, y2k fashioin

Role(s): subsystem host, soother

Other: acts/talks gay and has to convince people he’s not

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Ty, Jay

Age(s): 23-27

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): straight, polyamorous

TransID(s): transplayer, transcheater, transmusician, transaddict, permacool

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, hiphop

Paras: cheating, getting caught

Emoji signoff: 🕊🎤

Positive trigger(s): his personal playlist (hiphop and RnB), learning news he needs to share

Role(s): announcer, addiction holder

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Sen, Rory/Rawry

Age(s): 17-18 permateen, can slide up to 24

Pronouns: they/them, hx/hxm, rawr/rawrs, X3/X3’s, pounce/pounces, nuzz/nuzzle/nuzzself, uwu/uwus, kit/kits, meow/meows, paw/paws

Gender(s): scenecringic

Orientation(s): aromantic, questioning/unsure sexuality

TransID(s): permascene, permacringe, transaustism, transDPD

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, scene

Paras: magnaphilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🦖

Positive trigger(s): the song Owo You’re so Warm, cringe scenecore things

Role(s): disability holder, symptom holder, fragment absorber

Other: special interests are dinosaurs and scene fashion

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Cosmic, Synth

Age(s): 20-26 ageslider

Pronouns: he/him, ae/aer, xe/xem, plur/plurs, ⭐️/⭐️’s

Gender(s): ravegender, webcoric

Orientation(s): vincian

TransID(s): transraver, transhearingloss, transdisabled, permahyped

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, rave

Paras: magnaphilia, musophilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊⭐️

Positive trigger(s): loud music, large social gatherings

Role(s): memory holder, mood booster, socializer

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Branwen, Corbin, Wren

Age(s): 22-30

Pronouns: he/him, fine with anything really

Gender(s): nonbinary masc AMAB

Orientation(s): doesn’t care, busy

TransID(s): permagoth, transautism

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, trad goth

Paras: teratophilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🖋

Positive trigger(s): only when needed

Role(s): fragment manager, gatekeeper, layer manager

Other: talks very proper, special interests is corvids, closest friend is Raven/Crow/Corvid

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Hinata, Aoi

Age(s): chrono 30s, physically around 17-18

Pronouns: he/him + any

Gender(s): agejogyarudollic

Orientation(s): open

TransID(s): transfemboy, permacute, permayouthful

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, agejo

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🕊🖤

Positive trigger(s): agejo fashion, pink cheetah print

Role(s): happiness holder, guilt holder

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Vamp, Ryson

Other names: Nep, Cal, Hyde, Lawless (swaps between these and real name interchangeably)

Age(s): permateen

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, ne/neon

Gender(s): trans male

Orientation(s): pan

TransID(s): transgender, permaautism, permaADHD, transOCD, transOLD, transharmed, fictionkin (Nepeta, Lil Cal, Hyde/Lawless)

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, cringecore

Paras: fictophilia, mild shotacon

Emoji signoff: 🕊🌈

Positive trigger(s): Homestuck, Servamp, scene stimboards

Role(s): ableism protector, ADHD holder, autism holder

Other: iffy about kin doubles, uses kin names, special interests are Homestuck and Servamp, kins transmasc Nepeta specifically

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Mark, Anthony

Age(s): 20s, ambiguous

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): aroace bi

TransID(s): transhater, perma90s, transera

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, dark y2k

Paras: somnophilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🔪

Positive trigger(s): if he has a partner they would be it

Role(s): silencer, rage holder, paranoia holder

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Richie, Kelvis

Age(s): 27

Pronouns: he/him, pin/pins, punk/punks, rock/rocks, anti/antis

Gender(s): manpunk

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): transantirq, transpunk, transpunkrock, transhater

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, punk

Paras: antiphilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🧷

Positive trigger(s): punk music, spikes, leather jackets

Role(s): corruptor

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Panda, Chichi

Age(s): ageless

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): ambiguous male

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transfashion, permafemboy, transdarkskin, transextrememakeupuser, perfumescentic

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, yamanba

Paras: podophilia, opophilia, celebriphilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🐼

Positive trigger(s): cute animals, yamanba fashion

Role(s): eso-role

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Cerebro, Cy

Age(s): 24-25

Pronouns: it/its, they/them, hy/hymn, tube/tubes, ne/neon, cy/cyber, xe/xem

Gender(s): cismale, cybergothgender

Orientation(s): homoflexible

TransID(s): transcybergoth, transrobotic

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based

Paras: robophilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🧪

Positive trigger(s): cybergoth related (photos, fashion, art, music, etc)

Role(s): memory holder, trauma holder

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Raven, Crow, Corvid

Age(s): 19-25 ageslider

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, thing/things, shadow/shadows, crow/crows, beak/beaks, squawk/squawks, feather/feathers, death/deaths, 💀/💀’s, ☠️/☠️’s

Gender(s): shadowravengender, deadthinggender

Orientation(s): aroace bi

TransID(s): transdead, transthing, transmonster, transhorror

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based, gothmo

Paras: teratophilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🪶 or 🕊💀

Positive trigger(s): crows

Role(s): addiction holder, anger holder, trauma holder

Other: closest friend is Branwen/Corbin/Wren

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Whiteout, Stripe, Striker

Age(s): permateen

Pronouns: he/him, blank/blanks

Gender(s): trans male, emogender

Orientation(s): bi no preference but m/f only

TransID(s): transgender, transfashion, permaeyebags, transautism, transtourettes

Source(s): brainmade, 2000s fashion based

Paras: autagonistophilia

Emoji signoff: 🕊🏳 or 🕊🤍

Positive trigger(s): seeing your own breath in the cold

Role(s): apathy holder, autism holder, tic holder, drama maker

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Rylee, Milo

Age(s): 16-18

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, gir/girs, pan/cake, yip/yippee, waffle/waffles, 3rr0r/3rr0rs, glitch/glitches, pup/pups, silly/sillies, 🐾/🐾’s, 🥞/🥞’s, 🧇/🧇’s

Gender(s): girgender, gircharic, hyperscene, neonslushie

Orientation(s): gay

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Typing Quirk: l0w3rc453 w17h m1x 0f numb3r5 4nd l3773r5 (translation: lowercase with mix of numbers and letters)

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[nerdlingmerchling]

So, I've watched Out of Darkness (2022) starring Mr Kit Young himself. 🎬 🎞

Full disclaimer, I hate horror movies, but I watched it anyway cause Kit (yes, it's a good reason). My verdict is that it's more of a thriller than a horror movie, and to my delight, it didn't rely heavily on jump scares.

It's rare to see movies set in the paleolithic era, and I think that's where the true originality of this movie lies. The costumes and props look overall pretty authentic, up to the stitching of the clothes, which I was happy about. It shows that there had been some anthropological research done beforehand.

The made-up Tola language was such an interesting, fascinating aspect to the movie, and all of the actors sounded exactly as if they had spoken it all their lives. They adopted such unique intonation that I even had a hard time recognizing Kit's voice at first. Acting was incredible, from everyone, and from start to finish.

Also, very glad to see an ethnically diverse group of prehistoric humans. Some recent studies tend to show that paleolithic groups were more complex in terms of origins than we might think.  So, props to the casting direction for that.

I also loved how this movie was much more than a slasher and had a true reflexion on what it is, and what it means to be human.  The movie was efficient in presenting the characters and their individual motivations. Each of the six main characters represented different angles of human nature : ego, ruthlessness, innocence, kindness, religious zeal, and determination/weakness. I thought it was such a great way to explore that theme.

It's also a beautifully-shot movie, which shows its Scottish Highlands setting in all its gloomy glory : making it both breathtaking and menacing. No green screen in sight, and you can feel the harshness of the elements piercing through the screen.

Overall, I had a good time, but I'm a sensitive creature, and I was still affected by the movie hours after I was done watching it. Much of it has to do with the character played by Kit.

Character analysis and SPOILERS under the cut :

Kit plays Geirr, a young hunter and the most sympathetic character overall. To no one's surprise, Kit plays him with a lot of nuance.

Geirr is a hunter and a warrior by necessity. He's a gentle, sensitive, artistic soul and the stark opposite to his older brother Adem, the leader of the group, who's proud, selfish, and prone to violent outbursts.

Geirr has a special bond with Beyah, a teenage girl the group picked up "en route". The others still treat her as a stray and an outsider. Geirr, though, accepts her and sees her as being part of their little tribe. He vows to protect and take care of her.

Very few people smile in that movie, but when someone does, it's usually Geirr, and he's smiling at Beyah.

You might think at first that their attachment is a brother-sister or friends type of bond, but something happens that make the viewer understand Geirr's feelings for her extend further than that. While the group is resting after a day of walking the treacherous terrain, Geirr realizes his friend's pants are stained in blood, and he looks alarmed. She's having her first periods ; she's a woman now, and that means leader Adem can get to have a claim on her as he pleases.

Well aware of that fact, Geirr is devastated, and you understand at once that he was hoping to make Beyah his own companion.

You also understand that he's not going to fight for her. He's going to suffer in silence, accept the situation and accept his brother's authority. Because that's the thing with Geirr ; he's not a fighter. And throughout the movie, Beyah is going to prove that she has a lot more fight in her than he does.

Geirr is someone who has principles, and he's going to follow those principles even when it leads him to suffering or even be at risk of dying. He refuses to kill someone, even out of mercy, or to resort to cannibalism, even when it's the sole way to survive.

By the end of the movie, he has given up, and it becomes clear he's not destined to make it. It makes his death even more devastating, because you're still hoping against hope that he's going to live.

I'm still mourning that sweet prehistoric cinnamon bun, and I blame Kit's acting (and his face) for my emotional turmoil.

[stephstars08]

Monster ~ Chapter 5

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Implied Smut, Adult Language, Jason get's shot, Weapons, Violence, Dark Themes, Angst, Fluff, Joker attacks Reader, Anxiety, Sexual Tension and Content, and Possible Grammar Errors.

Word Count: 2,264

It was the next night and Jason has not been able to keep what Y/N told him last night off his mind. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this other life of his away from her. She deserves to know that the boy that looked after her is still alive and that it was her best friend all along. She already lost him once without ever knowing. If he wants to be in a relationship with her, he needs to tell her everything but the only thing that is holding him back is that laughing maniac.

As Jason was fighting a couple of men who work for the Joker, he couldn’t keep his mind straight since all he keeps thinking about is Y/N. Jason’s main target is the Joker of course but before he can get to him, he needs to get to his men first. 

Since his mind wasn’t focused, he didn’t see one of the men pulling out a gun. Before he could register the guy pulled the trigger. The bullet went into Jason’s shoulder which made him fall to the floor. “Fuck!” Red Hood hissed in pain. “Take this as a warning, kid!” The guy who pulled the trigger snapped at him and quickly left with his partner.

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Y/N just walked into her apartment after another long shift at the diner. After shutting the door, she put her keys into her purse and hung the strap up on the hook. She took off her light jacket and hung it on the hook next to her purse. She couldn’t wait to change out of these clothes and in a pair of her comfy pajamas. She locked the door and walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Before she could start unbuttoning her top, she heard painful groaning coming from the window of the fire escape. She turned on the light and immediately saw Red Hood on her fire escape holding his shoulder. Y/N rushed over to the window and opened it. “Please, help me.” Red Hood said in pain. Y/N nodded and carefully helped him through her window.

“Here, sit on my bed.” She told him helping him over to her bed. She careful sat him down on the end of her bed. She took his hand off his wounded shoulder and saw a lot of blood on his glove. “Shit, we need to find something to put pressure on the wound.” Y/N said quickly going over to her closet. She opened the door and quickly looked around for something. She saw one of her old winter scarfs laying on the floor so picked it up and walked back over to the wounded vigilante. “Hold this to your wound while I go get my first aid kit.” She told him handing the scarf over to him. He did what he told her to do as she quickly walked out of the room.

She grabbed her first aid kit that was in the bathroom under the sink and quickly made her way back to her room. She placed the first aid kit next to him and opened it. She helped him carefully take off his jacket. Since the under-armor shirt, he had on was long sleeve there was no way she could roll up his sleeve all the way up to where his wound is. “Um, I need to take off your shirt which means I have to take off your helmet as well.” Y/N told him with a mixture of panic and nervousness in her voice. “Okay, but before you do just know that I’m sorry.” Red Hood told her in a weak tone. He knew there is no way going around it. “Okay.” She said in a confused tone.

 She put both hands onto the red helmet and took it off. Y/N felt her heart fall all the way down to the floor. “Jason.” Y/N said in a tone that was just filled with shock.

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There was complete silence in the room while Y/N aided to Jason’s shoulder. Jason still had the bullet in his shoulder, so she had to use a pair of tweezers to carefully pull out the bullet. Y/N just finished stitching up the wound. She grabbed a big patch and put it onto his stitches. Being the daughter of a nurse always comes in handy.

 “There.” Y/N said in a soft tone as she started to clean up and put everything back in the kit. “You should stay over so you can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” She said closing the kit and picking it up. Before she could walk away, he took her hand. “Y/N please, let me explain everything.” Jason said looking up at her with pleading eyes. Y/N let out a heavy sigh as put the kit on the floor and sat down the next to him. “Explain.” She told him.

“I wanted to tell you, but Bruce convinced me that if I didn’t tell you, it would keep you safe.” Jason told her. She right away connected the dots. “Bruce your adopted father, he’s Batman?” She said which earned her a nod from him. “Before I became the Red Hood, I was Robin.” Jason confessed which made her heart rate speed up. “No.” Y/N said shaking her head in disbelief. “Robin is dead!” She added as tears started to form in her eyes as she stood. “Y/N, I swear I’m telling you the truth.” He told her standing up as well. She saw the truth in his eyes. “How are you here?” Y/N asked him in a soft tone looking at him with sadness in her pretty eyes. “I was brought back my Lazarus pit.” Jason answered. Y/N thought that the Lazarus pit was just a myth.

 “It was so hard not telling you I was Robin but when I came back, I knew I had to make things right and tell you everything.” Jason told her. “You were planning on telling me everything?” Y/N said as some tears made their way down her cheeks. “I mean I didn’t want you to find out this way but yes. I wanted to tell you.” Jason told her as he used his hand to wipe away her tears.

“I love you, Y/N.” Jason confessed cupping her cheek. “I love you, too.” Y/N said back without any hesitation as she stared up into his ocean blue eyes. Jason leaned down and connected his lips with hers. Y/N again with no hesitation kissed back. They both feel like they have been waiting for this moment their whole lives.

As they kissed Y/N’s hands held his sides while his other hand went to her other cheek. The kiss started out slow and soft but quickly became fast and heavy. Jason let go over her face and unbuttoned her shirt. Jason pulled away from the kiss to pull off her shirt. Y/N just let her shirt fall to the floor.

When Jason pulled her in closer, he groaned in pain because of his shoulder. “Jason, your shoulder.” Y/N said with worry in her voice. “But I need you.” Jason told her as he looked at her with lust in his blue eyes.

An idea immediately popped into her head. “Lay down on the bed.” She told him in a stern tone taking control. Jason did exactly what she told him to do. He has never seen this side of Y/N before and he’s fucking loving it. Once he was comfortable, she climbed onto of him and straddled his lap.

“I’ll take care of you.” Y/N told him with lust and leaned down and reconnected her lips with his.

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When Y/N woke up Jason had already left but he did leave a note which made her happy. Last night she felt like she was on cloud nine. It was the best night of her life. She really didn’t want to go to work but she knew she had to.

 During the whole day her mind was on him. It was now closing time and she was putting the blinds down on all of the big windows. It was one of those nights where she had to close up by herself. After pulling all the blinds down she noticed the guy she had already told to leave was still sitting at the counter. She let out a heavy sigh and walked over to him. “Sir, you’re going to have to leave. I have to lock up.” Y/N told him. “Right, sorry dear. I’ll be on my way.” The guy told her as he just stared down at the coffee mug that was in his hand. She couldn’t see his face since he was wearing a hat and had his head down towards the counter. “It’s okay, sir. Have a nice night.” Y/N told him.

 She went to walk away but he grabbed her wrist which took her by surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong?” She asked him but he didn’t respond. His grip tightened on her wrist. “Sir, you’re hurting me.” She said in pain as his fingernails dug into her skin. Her heart dropped when he started to laugh. “Let me go!” Y/N hissed trying not to sound scared as she tried to get out of his grip. “Sorry dear.” The man said standing up and taking his hat off to reveal his identity. “I can’t do that.” The Joker told her with a sinister smile.

Y/N went to punch him with her other hand, but he grabbed it and pushed her up against the wall. He pinned both of her wrists above her head. “I have a couple of questions I need to ask you.” The Joker told her. “I’m not answering any of your fucking questions!” Y/N snapped as she glared up at him. “It’s adorable how you think you have a choice.” Joker said digging his fingernails into her wrists which made her let out a yelp of pain.

 “I’ve heard that you have been having late night talks with the Red Hood.” Joker said. “Where is he?” He asked in a demanding tone. “Fuck you!” Y/N hissed which made him slap her across the face.

Since he let go of one of her wrists, she kneed him in the stomach. He let her go fully and held his stomach in pain. Y/N quickly ran behind the counter and grabbed the phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and put the phone up against her ear.

 But when she turned around the Joker was gone. “Shit!” Y/N hissed hanging up the phone.

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After Y/N’s encounter with the Joker last night she knew he only went after her to get to Jason. She was going to go talk to Bruce, but something was telling her to go to Dick instead. Y/N was able to find Dick’s cell phone number and gave him a call. Luckily, he was in Gotham, so he gave her the address to his apartment that he shares with his girlfriend.

 Y/N walked a couple of blocks over to the apartment building and walked inside. She made her way up the steps to the apartment number she was given. She took a deep and calming breath since she could feel her nerves all over the place. She knocked on the door and waited patiently. After a couple of minutes, the opened to reveal tall guy with sparkling blue eyes and the same-colored hair as Jason.

“Dick Grayson.” Y/N said. “In the flesh.” Dick said with a charming smile which did make her heart race. “Y/N, is that you?” He said in a surprise tone. She did a small smile and gave him a nod. She’s met Dick a couple of times but the last time he saw her she was probably sixteen. “Damn, good job growing up. You look beautiful.” Dick complimented her. “Thank you.” Y/N said trying not to get flustered. “Come on inside.” He said stepping to the side and opening the door wider. She thanked him again and walked into the apartment.

 Dick closed the door and lead her into the living room where she saw another familiar face. “Babs, you remember Y/N.” Dick said to his girlfriend. “Of course I do!” Barbara said wheeling her wheelchair over to them. Barbara also had an incident with the Joker. When she was Batgirl, he showed up to the apartment she lived in with her dad and shot her paralyzing her. “It’s so good to see you again!” Barbara said with a soft smile on her face. “You too!” Y/N said returning the smile.

“Is everything alright? You sounded very worried over the phone when you told me you needed to talk to me ASAP.” Dick said to her with concern in his eyes. “I um had an encounter with the Joker last night at my job.” Y/N told him. “He’s looking for Jason.” She added which immediately made Dick and Barbara fill with worry. “Damn it! He’s trying to get to the Joker before Bruce can!” Dick said with a sigh of frustration.

“Does Jason know about your encounter with the Joker?” Barbara asked her. Y/N shook her head no. “We need to tell Bruce about this.” Dick said but Y/N shook her head again. “I don’t think Jason wants Bruce to know what he’s doing.” Y/N told him. “Y/N, if we don’t tell Bruce, Jason can get seriously hurt.” Barbara told her with a serious look in her eyes. “Or worse.” Dick added. Y/N knew they were completely right. “Okay.” Y/N said with a sigh.

🏷️ @calicocat45 @deimks @k0m0rixminttea @greeniegreengreen

[jjenjoyer]

roslyn - jj maybank

warnings : mentions of abuse, injuries, angst to fluff, heavy themes, sad jj (a crime punishable by death)

summary : jj shows up to your window in the dead of night, desperately in need of patching up-- and a hug would be nice too.

playlist:

last words of a shooting star - mitski

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

roslyn - bon iver

[lower case intended ; third person pov ; 1.3k words]

gentle tapping from outside your window pulled you from your sleep, (if you could even call it that, insomnia has been kicking your ass lately) startling you, the idea of it being an intruder flashing through your mind before you remembered that your best friend since kindergarten and crush since 5th grade, jj maybank, had done this a couple weeks prior, although the reason for it wasn't as pleasant and romantic as one would expect.

suspecting a repeat of that incident, you stood and jerked your curtain open, the moonlight highlighting the unmistakable silhouette of jj crouched at your window. you hastily opened the window, catching the boy as he practically fell into your room.

the faint illumination your fairy lights provided gifted you the ability to see the palette of texture and colour on his face, highlighted by the dried tear stains streaking his cheeks.

your heart sunk, the only word you could utter was his name, the heartbreak evident in your voice. you knew all too well the struggles jj went through at home, the boy was forced to watch his dad fall apart after his mother died in an accident when he was in primary school, eventually losing all conscience and beginning to take his anger out on the being who resembled her down to the dimple (a rare yet heavenly sight). he, of all people, was the last person to deserve it. nobody deserves to feel threatened in their own home, but especially not the brightest, kindest, most caring boy you know.

you thanked whatever gods were out there that you decided to start working out a couple years ago, as it came in handy in the process of practically carrying jj to your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as you shoved your ikea shark into his lap, letting the barely-present boy know that you were going to get the first aid kit you kept in case of this exact scenario repeating. he looked worse this time though, and you hoped the kit would be enough, knowing his hatred for hospitals.

returning a couple minutes later with the first aid kit, along with all the spare bandages of various shapes and sizes you found in the drawers, a pair of ice packs and a water bowl, your eyes locked on jj, sitting in the middle of your twin sized bed wrapped around the large shark plushie, cradling his right wrist (with oddly devoid of blood knuckles) with a pained expression and dull eyes that lit up slightly at the sight of you, to which you smiled softly, taking a spot in front of him after flicking on the bedside light for a better view.

your breathed hitched at the gut-wrenching sight, yet you kept your composure. you had to be strong for him.

he watched silently as you dipped a small cloth into the slightly soapy water bowl, wiping the blood from his eyebrow, nose, cheekbone and lip, disinfecting it and blowing on the area to ease the sting, a trick you had learnt from your mom, later proceeding to stick cute blue band-aids with stars on them over his nose and cheekbone wounds, those being the biggest.

he finally cracked a smile upon seeing you pull the band-aids out.

"i didn't think you would actually buy those."

"don't be silly. you said you hated the plain ones, so deal with it, my north star."

the statement was true though, jj pouted relentlessly when you stuck a plain band-aid on him last time, and he would always be the brightest star in your night sky, leading you home wherever you might be. all factual.

you then gave him the ice pack with the instructions of placing it over the bruises, and the fact that he took the ice pack in his left hand confirmed your suspicion.

"can you move it in a circle?"

jj tried rotating his wrist, which moved at 10 fps, but hey at least it moved. he then moved it up and down, wincing slightly at the action.

"i think its just sprained." you stated, hearing a sigh of relief escaping the blond boy's lips.

after wrapping his wrist with the ace bandage and sticking a ruler inside it as a makeshift splint, you instructed him to take his shirt off, to which he saluted you with a "yes ma'am.", and proceeded to struggle, possibly a trap, since he whistled suggestively when you helped pull it over his head. ok, you walked right into that one, but it was good to see his humour come back.

the sight was bittersweet, the soft light hitting his incredibly toned torso like an artist's brand new wooden palette tainted by an assortment of purple, yellow, green and maroon shades of oil paint, as no matter how much he scrubs at it with turpentine, the essence has already sunk in for eternity-- even once the colour is gone, the oil residue will remain, buried deep.

you couldn't do much for his torso but ice it with the second ice pack, rubbing his back as he cringed at the contact.

once satisfied, you rummaged your closet for those black adidas men's shorts you bought against your mom's wishes and handed them over to jj, since there was no way you were gonna let him sleep in those dirty cargo shorts, and you turned with your face against the closet door as he changed, the sounds of struggle nearly prompting you to help him, but you assumed he wanted privacy. its not like you haven't seen him in his underwear, john b's pantsing prank was diabolically brutal-- speaking of which, why didn't he go to john b for help?

you were ripped from your thoughts by jj's voice stating that he finished.

you pulled him up to the pillows, where you laid beside him after turning off the bedside lamp, the fairy light's soft glow creating an ambiance in which you couldn't help but pull him into you, hugging the boy tightly as he trembled in your arms, subtle shivers which morphed into full-out richter scale level 9 shaking as he sobbed into your shirt, to which his hands clutched on for dear life. you rubbed his back comfortingly while whispering assurances into his hair, interrupted only by the odd kiss for what seemed to be an eternity, and eventually the sobs turned into sniffles as he pulled himself up to your level, storm-laden blue eyes piercing yours, the turbulent ocean trapped behind them seeping into your body, flooding it with pure intensity.

"do you want to talk about what happened?"

"not really..."

a silence washed over the two of you, before jj broke it hesitantly.

"you.. do know that i love you, right?-"

"yeah, j. of course, i love you too."

"-...not in that way."

your eyes went wide as you came to the conclusion that your entire "unrequited love" soap opera was a concept made up by none other than yours truly. however, you knew better.

"tell me that again in the morning, when you're thinking clearly."

jj sighed, having no will to fight, and nodded, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"i will. thank you, for everything. goodnight my darling."

"goodnight j."

the following morning, you had woken up earlier than jj and decided to make him his favourite chocolate chip pancakes, knowing he needed that right now. as you were pouring the last spoonful of batter onto the pan, you felt a large pair of arms snake around your waist, along with a head finding its spot in the dip of your shoulder, blond hair peeking in through your peripheral vision.

"i meant it."

"perfect timing, ninja. so did i."

he spun you around, tilting your chin up with his good hand, pausing for a moment to see if you wanted it, before you both brought your lips together, a kiss long overdue.

"ok now gimme them pancakes, i came here like a floating cartoon character at the smell."

[the-monkey-ruler]

Bling (2016) 机械西游

Director: Li Jinghao / Wonjae Lee Screenwriter: Lee Kyung Ho / Chris Denk / Kim Hyun Joong / Saul Blinkoff / Sukhoon Choi Starring: Taylor Kitsch / Janet McCurdy / James Woods / Carla Gugino / Tom Green / Jon Heder / Jason Mewes / Jason Kravitz / Ash Boo Linkoff / Jim Brewer / Lex Long / Steve Kramer / Dave B. Michelmore Genre: Animation Country/Region of Production: South Korea / United States Language: English Date: 2016-03-03 (USA) Duration: 82 minutes IMDb: tt5161658 Type: Reimanging

Summary:

In a future where robots are commonplace, Sam is a lowly theme park mechanic in a robot theme park called RoboWorld in New York. He is in love with his girlfriend and childhood sweetheart Sue Widdington (who works as a reporter for channel six news) and wants to propose to her in a spectacular way with a bling ring on the upcoming Valentine's Day. He lives with 3 robots he built namely Kit, Okra and Wilmer who all want to be popular superheroes. After buying an expensive engagement ring for Sue, Sam and the trio witness the robbery of another expensive ring by famous supervillain Oscar and his robot henchman Victor. Apparently Oscar is madly in love with the mayor Catherine who is Sue's aunt who doesn't love him. He forces her to accept his proposal in her office but when it doesn't work he escapes with the help of Victor. Sam makes another spectacular plan to propose to Sue during the Valentine's Day parade. Oscar makes plans to force Catherine to accept his proposal by creating a giant robot (that has a head that resembles his) made from smaller robots disguised as ATMs that would destroy the city if she doesn't accept his proposal. He remakes the ring he stole into a remote control for all his robots including Victor. After planting the robots as ATMs in RoboWorld, he and Oscar bump into Sam and Sam mistakes Oscar's ring as his and tries to take it not knowing that his own ring is in his pocket. Victor takes the ring and the two supervillains drive off. Sam and his friends chase after them still convinced that Oscar took Sue's ring.

The chase leads into a dangerous confrontation with Victor and ends with the robot henchman endangering a school bus in a Cloud Road and running off with the ring. Sam and friends save the bus and get praised as heroes. They track Victor to Oscar's lair and steal the ring only for them to face Victor and Oscar's robots in a deadly confrontation. During the fight, Sam's friends realize that the ring belongs to Oscar but decides to help Sam escape so that he could propose to Sue. Sam escapes to propose to sue only to find out the ring is Oscar's. He stops and Sue becomes disappointed in him for not being able to propose and walks off. Dejected, Sam walks off sadly. meanwhile, Victor finds Sam's ring and gives it to Oscar and they both head off to the Valentine's Day parade with an army of robots. En route, Victor discovers that Oscar never really cared about him and only became a villain because of Catherine, so he rebels against him only to be fired and kicked out by Oscar. Feeling betrayed, Victor pledges revenge and meets Sam who gives him Oscar's ring sadly. At the Parade, Catherine is interviewed by Sue and Oscar appears and assembles his giant robot and discovers that the ring given to him by Victor is Sam's. Victor appears and declares he will destroy the city and that he no longer works for Oscar. He ascends into the giant robot and uses Oscar's ring to control it. Sue inspires Sam on TV to save the city and he and his friends rush off to defeat Victor. After a great battle, Sam tells Sue how much he loves her and creates a large plan to defeat Victor and the giant robot. With the help of the robots at RoboWorld and his friends Victor and the giant robot are finally defeated. Oscar is sent to jail but not before he tells Catherine he became a villain to impress her. Catherine who never really liked Sam tells him that he had finally become a great man worthy of Sue. Finally, Sam proposes to Sue with his own handmade ring to which she says yes, giving the movie a happy ending

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bling_(film)

Link: https://tubitv.com/movies/100013160/bling

[twinflames-rewrite]

WindClan Culture

The Pious: WindClan’s meadow territory lies closest to the Moonstone, and they believe that this allows them to be StarClan’s favored Clan. As a result, they are dedicated to their ancestors. They sleep underneath the stars and take time every day to honor their ancestors.

WindClan cats are often muted colors, with long legs and slender builds. WindClan litters are given 'themed' names. While some cats prefer litters named after all birds or all colors, other cats will name their litter after meaningful places or items.

Below the cut are the following expansions to WindClan's culture:

Council

Holidays

Territory

Territory Powers

Territory Tales

WindClan's Council

WindClan's council has a varying number of members, but usually at least three. These cats are chosen by the healer. Members will hold their position until they step down or retire.

WindClan's council is responsible for giving advice and guidance to warriors. They also are in charge of the Clan's wildfire preparedness, and take charge on fire-fighting patrols.

The deputy is chosen by the leader. While it is not required for the deputy to be one of the council members, it is rare for a leader to choose a non-council member.

Clan Holidays

MAJOR WindClan’s main holiday is in Leafbare, during the longest night of the year. It is customary to fast during the day if possible, and then keep a silent vigil all night to reflect on StarClan and one’s place in the world.

MINOR While WindClan's major holiday is in Leafbare, they still celebrate the holidays of the other seasons.

Newleaf: WindClan celebrates the arrival of newleaf by participating in a scavenger hunt. Each cat finds a collection of items that is important to them. Typically this would cover one item for each cat they'd consider family, and is more about following one's intuition and reflecting on the relationships they hold dear. The item will then be used to decorate their nest until the next Newleaf celebration!

Greenleaf: To prepare for wildfire season, the WindClan Council spends the day reviewing fire safety with all the Clan members. Warriors are reminded of their fire-fighting duties, and apprentices are taught how to properly run messages between groups. Queens and kits are taught how to safely evacuate camp, and shown where the fireproof places on the territory are located.

Leaf-fall: WindClan's Leaf-fall holiday is a day to mourn the dead. WindClan cats are buried with their newleaf-holiday trinkets, and on this day, cats close to those who have died since the last Leaf-fall holiday will place additional trinkets on top of their grave. A solemn meal is eaten together as a Clan, and the Healer will then list off those who have died since the last Leaf-fall. Cats will then take turns saying the names of those they wish peace in StarClan, as a way of caring for their memory and legacy.

WindClan's Territory

A meadow with sparse rock outcroppings. While plentiful in prey, WindClan had to learn to manage wildfires during the dry season.

Territory Powers

WindClan's territory has granted them a variety of abilities to help them thrive in their home.

Gust: Causes a large gust of wind in a desired direction. A hunting patrol can stay ‘downwind’ of prey when working together.

Windbreaker: Toughens the skin, providing some resistance to fire and harsh wind, as well as claws.

So Below: Causes a bright ‘star’ to briefly appear. Can be used to disarm in battle, to locate a cat lost in the meadow, or religiously, as a way of calling StarClan’s attention to oneself.

Territory Tales

THE TUNNELER WindClan warriors tell stories about a rabbit-dog called The Tunneler. It poses as a large, dark rabbit to lure cats into the tunnels. Once inside, it will maneuver to be behind the cat and chase them as a dog. It will confuse the cat by alternating between prey and predator, until the exhausted warrior can no longer keep moving. Cats who are skeptical of its existence believe it is a story made up to explain tunnel disappearances, as well as giving a face to the terror that being surrounded by earth can evoke.

THE WILD HUNT When the full moon is especially large and bright, a collection of ghostly cats roam all four territories. Named the Wild Hunt, the group catches prey and chases off predators. WindClan believes that these cats are StarClan warriors who have returned to the land of the living due to the power of the large moon. The StarClan cats have returned to drive predators away from the Clan territories, protecting their descendants.